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Dear
John
By Amy Allen
I’m always after
ideas to give my clients that little something extra. I like to keep them
intrigued and eager to come back and see me…never knowing what sort of
surprise I might have in store for them. This is one scene that I
explained in graphic detail to a regular customer - and then acted it out
- in detail - on his next visit. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
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Dear John,
When you get in the
shower, I leave briefly to hand over the money. When I return you are
soaping up your cock, stiffening slightly in anticipation of what is to
cum. My eyes meet yours; I lick my lips and pull up a chair next to the
shower. I have a plan….
You are standing
there with your hand on cock - half-mast. You have a lazy grin on your
face as I languidly point one shapely, tanned leg at the ceiling and hook
it over the arm of the chair. My only covering is a short, tight, black
dress. No bra...no panties. I can see your eyes straying to my shaved cunt
as my dress rides up. Your flickering glance gives you away my dear…. I
know you are aroused.
I run a polished-red
fingernail lightly between my labia and bring the resultant juices to my
mouth. I can taste my excitement. I hook my other leg over the opposite
arm of the chair - my bare pussy now completely exposed in all her glory.
Your eyes are
bulging slightly as Pussy starts her entertainment routine. As my cunt
muscles contract and release, slowly but visibly...you can see my oozing,
slippery, flesh clamping down - my heated hole closing as I clench. You
can only imagine what it would feel like to have your rock hard cock
encased in that overly hot, slippery, strong, flesh.
I push a finger
inside my hungry cunt. Like Malteasers ™ - One is never enough... Two,
three, pushing in and out...mimicking the motion of hard, fast, fucking.
This, my darling’ John, is only the appetizer.
Eight inches of
polished, cold glass dildo is lying beside the chair, along with a smaller
butt plug. I want every single one of my holes filled to bursting point.
You know I am such a dirty, cock-hungry slut. I plunge the butt plug into
my overflowing fountain of Venus to enable it’s slippery journey to the
entrance of my puckered asshole, pushing the plug into my butt hole until
the flared base pokes rudely from between my cheeks. The glass dildo
clinks against the leg of the chair as I ready myself for some hard,
pumping action.
I can see you are
about to explode. I DO NOT want you to cum before you even get out of the
shower...a girl has a reputation to protect - Don’t cha know?
I point imperiously
in your direction and beckon you over with a curl of my long red nail. I
hand you an unwrapped condom, al ready to roll on your magnificent
manhood.
The cold glass
enters my cunt at the same time you force your turgid prick past my lips
and into my throat. I start sucking and swallowing hard, compensating for
the rubber sheath. I'm looking into your eyes, and I'm pistoning the hard
glass phallus in and out...in and out...in and out.
I can feel that
swelling at the base of your cock that means your orgasm is imminent. My
cunt and ass full of foreign objects - I furiously diddle my clit, wanting
to be cumming my brains out as I feel your semen pumping against the
condom and into my mouth. I can almost taste it.
As you start
spurting riotously into my mouth, I rub in earnest and am rewarded by my
own climax, pumping, shuddering, tidal rolls of flesh, pushing and pulling
at the objects inside me. The dildo is squeezed from inside me and plops
rudely on the floor.
"Are you ready for
your massage now, John?" |
